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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 11 months

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Baby Mine

Sequel to Special Delivery (pt 1, pt 2)

Word count: 1589

Rating: Gen

Pairings: background Logicality, (Dukeceit are Roman’s parents, but they’re never mentioned by name)

Warnings: internalized arophobia, self-doubt

Happy Aromantic Visibility Day which I just learned about today after I’d already finished this fic. Welcome to my aromantic!roman agenda 💚🤍🩶🖤

~~~START~~~

Patton was a Stork by trade; his job was to deliver babies from Stork headquarters to their new parents. He loved his job, he loved getting to see the faces of the new parents as they held their babies for the first time, he loved holding the little cuties, he just loved every part of the process.

And of course, he loved getting to see the babies he’d delivered all grown up and ready to have babies of their own.

Today’s little princess had fallen asleep almost as soon as Patton left headquarters and didn’t begin to stir until they were landing on her new daddy’s balcony. It was already dark by the time Patton reached the city — he’d been rerouted by a large storm cell above Texas; Logan had made some major policy improvements regarding weather alerts since Patton had broken his wing almost thirty years ago to keep a repeat incident from occurring — and he was a little worried that today’s father-to-be might have gone to bed already.

The lights were off in the apartment, but the balcony door was unlocked — which Patton supposed made sense being as this was the tenth floor and humans didn’t have wings — so Patton let himself in. He was just wondering how he would get a sleeping man’s attention when the lights flicked on suddenly.

“What the hell–” a choked gasp came from the side. “You!”

A little shocked, the Stork turned to find the new dad, slack-jawed and clad only in red pajama bottoms, standing in what was clearly the doorway to his bedroom, a bright pink baseball bat clutched in one hand. Patton smiled at him. “Hello, Roman.”

“You’re real?” Roman Sanders stared at Patton in amazement. He was taller than the last time Patton had seen him — unsurprising considering he’d been five — but he still had the same wonder in his eyes and love in his heart.

“I am!” Patton replied happily, adjusting his grip on the now squirming baby. “I’m surprised you remember me.”

“Of course I remember you; you brought Virgil to us!” Roman dropped the baseball bat and stepped further into the room. “Where’s the other one?”

“Logan,” Patton informed him. “He doesn’t usually come with me on deliveries. My name is Patton by the way, I’m not sure I properly introduced myself last time.”

He held his free hand out to shake Roman’s, his other arm still wrapped securely around Roman’s daughter.

Roman glanced at the hand, then at the baby, then back at the hand again before taking it. “I’m Roman, but you already knew that. Is that…”

He trailed off, staring at the baby once more.

“She’s yours,” Patton said, pulling the little girl out of the sling and offering her to Roman. “She’s your daughter.”

“Ah!” Said daughter squealed.

Roman didn’t take the baby, he just continued to stare at her in wonder — and maybe a little bit of fear.

“I was thinking about adopting a kid or two,” he admitted slowly. “But I just thought I’d get a partner first.”

“Roman…”

“I know!” Roman said quickly. “I just thought– I mean maybe if I met the right man…”

“There’s nothing wrong with being aromantic,” Patton said gently.

“I know, I just… I don’t want to be. When I was a kid, I thought I’d grow up to marry a handsome prince, and we’d live happily ever after just like in all the stories. But then… when I think about it now it makes me feel icky.”

“You don’t need a partner to live happily ever after,” Patton said, laying one hand on Roman’s trembling shoulder. “And you certainly don’t need one to have a baby. If you did, I wouldn’t be here.”

“No,” Roman chuckled wetly. “I guess you wouldn’t be.”

He finally reached out to take his daughter from Patton and cradle her gently to his chest. Immediately upon being held by her father, the baby girl settled down into the warmth of his grip and nodded back to sleep.

“What’s her name?” He asked, staring at her with the same wonder he’d had when Patton presented him with his brother.

“Don’t you know?” Patton smiled.

“Rose,” Roman replied certainly. “Rosie Sanders.”

“Rose Sanders,” Patton agreed, sending a blue feather gently fluttering through the air. It landed on Roman’s nose, turning his eyes blue for a moment before they faded back to green.

“That’s so weird,” Roman commented, wrinkling his nose slightly. “I can still remember you handing her to me, but I also remember adopting her.”

“Most adults don’t remember Storks giving them their babies, but then, most adults don’t remember meeting Storks when they were little.”

“No,” Roman agreed. “I guess they don’t. Oh! Speaking of which–”

A turned abruptly and grabbed a book off of the rather packed shelf behind him with the hand not currently cradling Rosie to his chest.

“I want you to have this.”

Patton took the book, holding it reverently as he inspected it. It was a hardcover children’s book titled Daddy, Where Do Babies Come From? Story and Illustrations by Roman Sanders. On the cover was an illustration of a child tucked into bed and staring up at their dad curiously. Patton looked up to find Roman watching him nervously.

“It looks great, kiddo,” he assured him.

“Look at the back cover,” Roman instructed him.

Patton turned the book over and gasped. The illustration on the back was of two storks, and while they were certainly more bird-like than Patton his and partner were, they were unmistakably Patton and Logan. One was baby-blue with large round glasses perched on his beak and a gray cardigan tied around his approximation of shoulders, and the other was dark blue with rectangular glasses and a tie around his neck.

“I hope it’s ok,” Roman began rambling. “I wasn’t sure if you were real or not when I drew it, so I didn’t know if it was ok to use your likenesses? I mean I did make you birds– it’s a kids book so animals are all the rage, and–”

“I love it, kiddo!” Patton gasped, tearing up slightly. “I love it. Will you sign it for me?”

“I– really?”

“Really,” Patton handed the book back to Roman and took sleeping baby Rosie in his arms so that Roman could sign the book. “You won’t egret this; I’ll treasure it always. My own kid is a little old for this, but I think they’ll like it. Certainly they’ll peregrine when their daddy gets silly about being drawn as a bird — don’t get me wrong, Logan will love it too, but he’s got an image to maintain!”

“Where do Stork babies come from?” Roman mused as he wrote a message to Patton and his family on the inside of the cover. He seemed to be writing an awful lot, but Patton was patient.

“From Storks, of course!”

“Of course,” Roman laughed. He sobered up as he exchanged the newly signed book for his newly acquired daughter. “Will I ever see you again?”

“I don’t know,” Patton told him honestly. “But even if we never meet again, remember that I’m rooting for you, kiddo. You’re going to be a great dad!”

“How do you know?” Roman asked, glancing down at the baby in his arms. She’d fallen right to sleep when Roman took her, and Patton could tell that she already loved her new daddy.

“It’s my job to know. You’re smart and creative and passionate; maybe you’ll mess up sometimes, but that's normal, and if you need help you have your dads, and your brother, and your friends to fall back on. It takes a village.”

“Thank you, Patton, for everything; for my dads, for my brother, for my daughter– for baby-proofing my apartment apparently.”

The more Roman looked around his apartment, the clearer it became that everything that wasn’t baby-friendly had been moved up high, sharp edges had foam padding, his cabinets had locks — it didn’t look like it did ten minutes ago.

“You did that, kiddo,” Patton said, winking. “You baby-proofed the place because you knew you’d be bringing home your daughter today.”

“That’s some trick you’ve got there,” Roman chuckled, shaking his head. “I remember doing that too.”

“Goodbye, Roman!” Patton said, moving back to the balcony so he could take off again.

“Goodbye, Patton, give Logan my best!”

Patton continued to wave to Roman for longer than he should have considering it was always best to keep one's eyes on the sky while flying through a city.

“The Eagle has landed!” Patton informed Logan via his radio once Roman and Rosie were out of sight. “And Roman sends his regards.”

“Take this seriously, please,” Logan scolded over the radio. “Deliveries to this family always seem to go lopsided.”

“I am being serious!” Patton insisted. “Roman remembers us; besides, nothing went wrong with Virgil’s delivery!”

“He was too old and we had to land frequently to keep him from getting too distressed,” Logan corrected, pointedly ignoring Patton’s comments about Roman, oh well, Patton would just show him the book when he got back.

“Well this one went fine,” Patton assured him. “I’ll see you soon. Love you!”

The radio was quiet for a moment as Patton knew that Logan was looking around to make sure no one was around to witness him being soft. Patton could wait.

“I love you too, dear,” Logan finally replied, quietly.

Patton grinned to himself as he flew back to headquarters, his new book clutched to his chest.

~~~END~~~

I’ve been thinking about giving Roman a baby for a while and I’ve just now gotten around to writing it

Fun fact, for like 3 years I was like “how can I know if I’m aromantic if I’m not sure what romantic attraction feels like?” and bestie let me tell you that there’s the answer right there, I didn’t know what romantic attraction was, so I probably wasn’t feeling it

General taglist

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #logicality #aromantic roman sanders #stork au #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

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canisalbus · 3 months

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I have a feeling that sooner or later you are going to silly-post your way into giving them a canon child on the modern au. Just watch

*gestures vaguely*

#I've been inundated with potential explanations and excuses for the existence of Ear #answered #long post #kid named ear #I think the stork au is my favorite #ear is obviously just a placeholder #once you name it you start getting attached to it #sixteen aus deep into your own ocs

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ashchoo · 11 months

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I COME BEARING GIFTS!!! for @thelone-copper :)

Colt is the silliest of sillies and I must draw him moreeee

#GRAHHH I must do moreeee #I shall I shall I shall >:)#welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home puppet show #welcome home au #welcome home mob au #welcome home fanart #welcome home arg #colt cattleman #mob colt cattlemen #odalia mantis #mob odalia mantis #mob au #ashton #francis billiam stork #mob francis billiam stork

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parrotparfait · 6 months

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different day different autism ignore my inactivity - hello welcome home community I have an AU for you !!

Special Delivery AU !

The whole point of this AU was just me wanting to see silly little puppet babies so I made a stork puppet who hand (or wing) delivers babies to couples' houses! His name is Sammy Stork and he tries to be quiet/sneaky about it, surprise baby lmao

This can be for headcanon ships or self inserts! It's all for fun! I personally made it so I could give my welcome home OC a silly bird baby with Poppy!! Please tag me (if you want to) because I just love the creativity that I see on tumblr !!

#welcome home #Special Delivery AU #my art #please I want more muppet baby flavored posts #welcome home AU #selfship #parpar #welcome home arg #welcome home oc #Sammy Stork

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leonisloresmith · 2 years

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How are baby cookies made?

Storks… Storks deliver them, that’s how.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #sugar lace storks #dark cacao cookie #dark choco cookie #I guess since they’re here too #me art #yeah cookies are half convinced the storks are related to the sugar swan #becuase how the hell do they keep getting the perfect ingredients to match kids with their parents #storks just show up sometimes whether you’re ready or not #if I’m looking at my cookie run au cacao is lying about the stork #the stork isn’t real #soul jam descendants au

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ch0colatec0ff33-art · 1 month

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THE BIRDS HAVE RETURNED!!

I finally got around to giving other character design concepts! They're pretty messy, and still need a lot of tinkering and adjusting, but it's a start!

Loboto is like a plague doctor! He believes there's some intense illness that needs to be eradicated, so he does crazy experiments to "help" People.

The left side of him is really damaged and scarred up bc he was attacked by a Cider (cat spider) which is why he's missing his left arm, and his wing is so damaged making it so he can't fly.

Oleander is still pretty much the same as how he is in the game, struggling to incorporate all the bird aspects I want.

And ofc Robin bc it's not a max post without them

#psychonauts #wingz au #wingz lore #silly art gallery #robin stenzke #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts au #psychonauts Wingz au #coach oleander #morceau oleander #dr loboto #caligosto loboto #also Oleander is a war pidgon and loboto is a stork #psychonauts oc #tw scars #facial scars

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roxxeatzgravel · 7 months

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Juggalo barnaby discovers a shoe bill stork in his kitchen (he doesn’t know how the fuck it happened since he’s fucking Aussie)

#hehe my art #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home au #barnaby b beagle #wally darling #wally welcome home #welcome home barnaby #wally x barnaby #that mfing stork had a mf mission #IT LIVES IN AFRICA HOWWWW

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dingbatnix · 1 year

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I finally freaking finished it!!! I started this in December of last year, eugh, so like four months. Oof.

Anyways, hey @kayla-crazy-stuffs, your dudes are very fun to draw, soooooo animation practice! Also I had other things to say but I forgot them soo whoop! Enjoy : )

Also I have the lineart:

And then just Punz going poof, cause it's funny : )

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bonefall · 1 year

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I like to imagine instead of like ‘did your parents drop you as a baby’ it’s something like ‘did your guide take your brain’ or something to that effect

God assigned you stupid. Sorry.

That's good, I like that too!

"The best part of you stayed in the stars"

"They put your face on backwards"

"StarClan makes no mistakes; and you are a real masterpiece of stupidity"

"Somewhere out there a litter of mice is missing a genius"

#Love the way that a Fading Kit is kind of like a stork yknow?#with the idea that they deliver a bundle and return home #it's so soft #clanmew #better bones au #clan culture

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far-side-skies · 3 months

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Piper has spent her whole life preparing for one mission: to find the rightful leader of the Storm Hawks and rebuild the team in order to defeat Cyclonia once and for all. She’s got the team, she’s got the know-how, and all that’s left is to find Aerrow. When she does find him though, he’s nothing like the Sky Knight the world needs him to be, and now everything is falling apart.

And chapter 5 is finished! This is the first of many 'combo' chapters, in which I've combined the plots of two or more episodes in the show to make one plot arc.

This chapter was quite a bit of fun to write, we've got Dark Ace being a menace, Aerrow's perspective on Gale, and yet another character that @ashe-alter has generously allowed me to write into this fic :3 We hope you like Dagr, I love this boi.

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crowsyart · 10 months

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Some of these have way more meaning than others some are just vibe based I’m a bird guy I gotta birdify the soul eaters

Maka - Carolina Wren

Soul - Osprey

Black☆Star - Common Kingfisher

Tsubaki - Black Heron

Kid - Black Vulture

Liz - Red Tailed Hawk

Patty - Rough Legged Buzzard

Crona -Kauai o’o’

Ragnarok - Loggerhead Shrike

Medusa - Crested Serpent Eagle

Marie - Buff Orpington Chicken

Spirit - Red Crested Cardinal

Stein - Harpy Eagle

Death - Andean Condor

Justin - Turtle Dove

Giriko - Hoatzin

Eruka - Potoo

Mifune - Snowy Owl

Sid - Ostrich

Hero - Grey Catbird

Asura -Magnificent Frigatebird

Naigus - Groove Billed Aini

Asuza - Western Jackdaw

#soul eater #I’m not tagging everyone there’s too many people here maybe I’ll come back to it later and do it #honorable mentions #kid:collared inca #stein:shoebill stork or bleeding heart dove #asura: adolescent california condor #also important to note I am both a Marie fan and a chicken fan #this is not a diss on Marie I selected the buff Orpington because they’re both a very sweet breed (also orange) and chickens are also tough #obviously #hoatzin for giriko is because the babies chicks have little like dinosaur fingers and also they smell really bad #the kauai o’o for crona is because theyre known for that recording of one singing half of its duet #as the last one of its species and I was like yeah that seems crona-like #crying out for something they’ll never receive #and if you wanna get cute about it maka could learn the other half #speaking of maka wrens are known as the king of birds in some British cultures I believe? so she has a legacy to live up to #black heron for tsubaki besides its color and tallness they make a shadow tk catch fish and i was like yeah rhat seems ninja like and clever #kingfisher for black star is kind of obvious you have king and star type deal plus small and blue #He is a peacock in my beastars au but thats different #hero catbirds are unremarkable and good at mimicry #Justin turtle dove religious symbolism Azusa jackdaws are corvids and therefor clever also they have her piercing eyes #the condor and vulture w kid and his dad are fairly obvious w the death and decay stuff because vultures #ospreys look like awkward teens trying to be cool to me #I almost did a chickadee for soul to match maka being a small bird #harpy eagles eat monkeys so it’s kind of like that dissection of people thing w Stein i guess?#trying to remember all my reasonings is hard I sat on this for a while lol #anywyas hope you guys enjoy #soul eater birds #oh uh frigatebirds being theives and scavengers and attacking other birds I’m sure could be drawn back tk asura somehow like #somehow

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 2 years

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Special Delivery (pt 2/2)

Part 1

Word Count: 2085

Rating: Gen

Pairings: Dukeceit, Logicality (for real this time)

Warnings: bird puns, yelling (not angrily), fear of heights

~~~START~~~

“You don’t need to come with me,” Patton chuckled as he made sure that baby Virgil was secured in his sling. It had been over five years since he got struck by lightning and Logan was still being a nervous nene every time Patton went out for delivery.

Currently, Logan was poking and prodding at the long since recovered patch of Patton wing like it might give way again. Honestly, it was cute how much he cared, but his constant worrying and his insistence on tagging along on every delivery — despite being a much weaker flier than Patton was at full strength — had slowed down work at the Stork Office considerably.

Which, given that the work was delivering babies to their new homes, was not ideal.

Virgil was a little older than the kiddos Patton usually took out — at almost 15 months old — but he wasn’t anything that the Stork couldn’t handle. Remy’s trainee, Thomas, just finished his training last week and was now ready to start delivering babies all on his own. Hopefully that would help them catch up a little.

“I do not mind,” Logan assured. That hadn’t exactly been Patton’s point, but a wave of affection washed over him at the words and he decided — as he had every time so far — not to pursue his point further.

“You’re a silly goose,” Patton said, taking off without allowing Logan any time to reply. He heard a sputtering behind him, but the other Stork was too preoccupied trying to catch up with him to form a coherent response. “A silly goose,” Patton repeated, quietly enough that only Virgil could hear him, booping the baby on the nose.

Virgil’s face scrunched up, and his large hazel eyes stared up at Patton as though the Stork had offended him. He wasn’t speaking anything more than baby-babbles just yet, which put him a little behind most babies his age, but Patton was confident that he was just waiting to be held by his parents before saying his first true word.

“I am not a goose!” Logan puffed, finally catching up to the pair, his usually immaculate hair and clothes already blown out of order by the wind. “I’m a stork, and even then, we bear very little resemblance to the actual bird, but rather, get our name from Greek mythology…”

Logan continued his lecture on birds and mythology, but Patton was only half paying attention. The other half was focused on how pretty Logan looked when he was flying — his dark hair and dark wings contrasting beautifully with the clear blue sky above him. It was a sight Patton had rarely gotten to see before and was another reason he didn’t protest too much when Logan insisted on flying with him.

Eventually, overcome with affection, Patton held his hand out in Logan’s direction. Logan’s lecture halted in its tracks as he stared at the proffered hand curiously. Undeterred, Patton shook it a little for emphasis.

“Are you asking to hold my hand?” Logan asked incredulously. “We cannot hold hands while flying, our wingspans are each too wide.”

Patton pouted, and shook his hand again, but Logan held firm — if they got close enough to hold hands then their wings would likely get tangled and take them both down. Eventually he retracted his hand in favor of holding Virgil more securely — he was a squirmy little thing.

Maybe it was the age difference, but Virgil was a much more nervous baby than his future brother had been; as soon as they hit a small patch — truly just the barest hint — of turbulence, he was off and screaming.

This screaming continued until Patton finally decided to land and see if anything was wrong. As soon as they were on the ground, the screaming stopped, and Virgil went back to staring at Patton accusingly. The two Storks checked his diaper, offered him food, and even let him crawl around in the grass a little bit, but nothing seemed to be wrong, so they took off again.

And once again, after a few minutes, Virgil was back to screeching.

“Are they always like this?” Logan demanded, using his hands to cover his ears as the two flew on.

“No! Usually, the little guys are all takahe-d out!” Patton hated that the flight was causing the little guy distress, but the only other option they had was walking, and they’d never make it to his new home on foot. “But he’s so much older than the babies usually are. I’m sorry, Virgie, but you’ll love your parents so much, and your big brother will be so happy to meet you! It’ll all be worth it, I promise.”

His promises fell on deaf ears, the baby cried on.

Eventually — though not nearly soon enough — a familiar forest came into view.

“Let’s land here,” Patton said, pointing Logan towards a small clearing roughly half a mile from their destination.

“If we land here then we will have to walk,” Logan pointed out, though he followed Patton as the other Stork circled down for a landing.

“I know.” Two feet firmly on the ground, Patton took Virgil out of his sling and sat the sniffly baby on his hip. “But I want to give Virgil some time to calm down before we reach his new home. This has been a hard day for him.”

“Patton, we are already behind, and if we take the time to walk–”

Patton stuck his free hand out in Logan’s direction again, giving it a little shake. Unlike last time, the two Storm were on the ground with their wings folded up against their backs, leaving Logan no excuse not to take his partner’s hand, which he did with only minor reddening of his cheeks.

Satisfied, Patton began the trek to Virgil’s new home, swinging his and Logan’s arms lightly as they walked.

Unlike the last time Patton had seen the home, there was now a fence along the border between the yard and the forest — likely to keep any children from accidentally wandering into the woods unsupervised. The fence had a little gate that led from a well-worn path in the woods into the yard which Logan opened with his free hand, allowing the two Storks and the baby to enter.

“Halt! Who goes there?” A guard demanded, brandishing a sword menacingly at the intruders.

At least, as menacingly as an adorable five-year-old with a foam sword could be — which wasn’t much.

“Aww Roman! You’ve gotten so big!” Patton gushed.

“Your wings are so cool!” The child gushed in turn, lowering his sword in wonder. “How did you know my name? Are you my guardian angels!?”

“Sorta,” Patton said. “We’re Storks! We deliver babies to loving homes. I brought you here five years ago!”

Roman’s face scrunched up in confusion, eyes flickering briefly to Virgil before focusing back on Patton. “Mama said storks are a fairytale, like Cinderella and Santa Claus. He said I came from a sir-gate.”

“A surrogate,” Logan corrected. Roman turned his bright green eyes on the other Stork who grimaced slightly under his gaze, unused to dealing with older children like this.

“Santa Claus is real!” Patton gasped. “Who do you think fills your stocking at Christmas?”

“Mama and daddy.”

“Well, sometimes adults just have trouble seeing the magic in the world,” Patton whispered, hunching down to get closer to Roman as though he were confiding his most special secret.

Roman nodded seriously in return.

“Are you delivering a baby now?” Roman asked, eyes once again darting to the baby and back.

“We are!” Patton cheered, kneeing in the grass and holding baby Virgil up by his armpits. “We’re here to deliver your baby brother: Virgil!”

Virgil stared at Roman and stuffed a chubby fist into his own mouth. Roman returned the gaze with wonder.

“A baby brother?” He whispered, awed. “Really?”

“Yeppers! Would you like to hold him?”

Roman gave a tentative nod and Patton placed the baby into his arms, guiding him into what would be the most comfortable position for both kids.

“He’s heavy,” Roman huffed as Patton let go — though he only moved his hands a couple inches, just in case.

“He is,” Patton agreed. “But you’re very strong.”

Roman beamed at the compliment.

“You shall be my squire!” He told the baby confidently. “And together we shall protect the kingdom of Sanders from the evil Dragonwitch!”

He shot a glare at the house next door where a chihuahua was glaring at them through a window, shaking in that chihuahua way.

“Roman?” A voice called from the deck. “Who are you talking to?”

The small party in the yard turned to find Janus Sanders watching the five-year-old with a bemused look. Any humor, however, quickly drained from his face as he noticed the even smaller child in his son’s arms.

“Where did that baby come from?” He asked as he made his way across the yard, alarmed.

“The storks brought him!” Roman declared happily, pointing one hand at the two winged men behind him. Virgil slipped slightly in his grasp as he did, but Patton was quick to steady him before Roman dropped him completely. “He’s gonna be my baby brother!”

Janus’s face changed to a vaguely constipated look as he was torn between concern about the apparently abandoned baby in his son’s arms, and fondness at his son’s imagination.

“We’ll get you a baby brother soon,” he assured his son. “But someone’s probably missing this little guy.” He carefully eased Virgil out of Roman’s arms and into his own. “We need to find his rightful parents.”

“But–!” Roman glanced quickly between his mama and the Storks, confused.

Patton smiled reassuringly. “Watch this.”

He gently plucked a midnight-blue feather from Logan’s wing and offered it to the other Stork. Logan looked somewhat panicked — in all his years of being a Stork, he’d never been the one to bond a child to their family.

“You can do it!” Patton whispered, moving to stand just behind Logan, wrapping his free arm around him comfortingly. “Owl be right here for emu!”

Logan rolled his eyes, but he took a steadying breath anyway. He could do this.

“Virgil Sanders,” he whispered to the feather before blowing it off of Patton’s palm.

Roman watched in awe as the feather gently flitted through the air before landing on his mama’s nose. Janus’s eyes turned a deep, dark blue, before shifting back to their regular heterochromia as he gazed down at the child in his arms.

“Did you have fun playing outside with your brother, storm cloud?” He asked, peppering kisses to the baby’s face. “Yeah, you love your brother?”

“Mama!” The baby giggled happily.

“Oh! Yes! Mama! That’s me!” Janus gushed. “REMUS! VIRGIL SAID ‘MAMA’!”

“WHAT!?” Remus screeched from inside the house. “NOOOOO! VIRGIE, BABY, WHY MUST YOU BETRAY ME THIS WAY!?”

Remus — eyes midnight-blue — sprinted out and stopped just short of bumping into his husband.

“Virgie, say ‘dada’!” He begged. He lay a hand on Virgil’s cheek, turning his eyes back to their natural green. “Say ‘dada’.”

“Mama!” Virgil repeated, giggling as Remus dramatically fell to the ground in mock-anguish.

“Roro, you still love me, don’t you?” He asked, reaching weakly for his older son.

“You’re silly, daddy,” Roman giggled.

“Why do we go celebrate Virgil’s first word with some yogurt?” Janus smiled, tapping his foot against his husband's side.

“Yes!” Roman and Remus cheered simultaneously. Remus sprang up from the ground and lifted Roman into his arms.

“Onward!” Roman declared pointing towards the house, and therefore the yogurt.

“As you wish, my prince!”

“Bye!” Roman turned, waving to the Storks over his daddy’s shoulder.

“Bye Roman!” Patton waved. “Enjoy your new brother!”

Logan turned to leave as the family disappeared into the house, but Patton watched for a moment longer.

“We should get a baby,” he sighed dreamily.

“You are not allowed to ask Remy to bring us a baby,” Logan ordered, knowing exactly where his partner’s mind would go. “Promise me you won’t ask Remy to bring us a baby.”

“I will not ask Remy to bring us a baby,” Patton promised. “I’ll ask Thomas!”

“Wha–!” Patton took off before Logan could reply, once again forcing the other Stork to catch up with him.

“Patton!” Logan called, somewhat breathlessly, behind him.

Patton only laughed. He was joking of course; he would never ask Thomas to deliver them a baby before Logan was ready for one.

He would be ready soon, Patton was certain.

~~~END~~~

Roman’s first word was ‘dada’ so Janus was really pushing for ‘mama’ with Virgil (or at least he would have been if he’d had Virgil for as long as he and Remus think they’ve had Virgil)

Also I’ve decided that Janus wouldn’t like lying to his children about things Ike Santa Claus or the tooth fairy — lies are for your own amusement or to be funny, not to potentially traumatize your children later in life (in his opinion).

Fun fact about me, my mom doesn’t know what my first word was because I was late to start speaking, but when I did I was fully caught up to where kids my age should be so she thinks that I was pretending not to be able to talk until I felt confident about it (which is very on-brand for me tbh). My brother’s first word was ‘turtle’

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @knight-shives @misunderstood-shadowling

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #virgil sanders #dukeceit #logicality #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #kid virgil #kid roman #thursday writes #my writing #stork au #sanders sides fanfiction

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"(simba voice) moooom! mom you're messing up my mane!"

i dont know where this takes place in that au but the image Would Not leave my mind so here we are @tharkflark1

There were many things that Yozora expected when he woke up that morning. Training with his dads, maybe going off world with either of them or Aegis and Magia or maybe it would’ve been a quiet day! Just a day for himself to wander around Quadratum. That was thrown out the window when he saw a news broadcast of a monster, looking eerily similar to the heartless his dads talked about fighting, and then the headline stated, “Young man with a giant key fights off the monster that appears in downtown Quadratum!”

So… yeah he was with a younger version of his dad now. Sora was staying with Strelitzia and they were working on a way to get him back to his own world. That he could do. Sure a wrench or two were consistently being thrown into that plan when the younger version of Riku then showed up followed by his actual dads coming back from where they were off world! But that he could handle! Kind of! He was handling it just fine. What he could not handle… was the younger version of Riku in his spirit form.

Now… his pa (Sora) had told him that dad (Riku) had some trouble controlling the form when they were younger. He wasn’t sure when his dad had gotten a better grasp on it so the few times he’d seen the form growing up, he was in control of his actions for the most part, there were few things that he’d do that pa would embarrass him about later (though he would still find a way to without a doubt)

He’d woken up like normal, after that mess had been settled, terrible bedhead and all that caused it to spike up in random directions. Noise from outside had caught his attention and upon exiting he saw the younger Riku in his spirit form. Again not a big deal but the second Riku’s star-shaped eyes locked with him, Yozora felt the deep rooted instinct of fight-or-flight flare up and he turned to run back inside because where was Sora, why was Riku in his spirit form- he was bowled over none too gently by the giant komory bat dream eater.

He felt the rumbling in Riku’s throat as he nuzzled his back and let out a pained huff, “Okay, Riku I get it, you’re happy to see me, which… better than the alternative… but can you please get off me you’re so much heavier than Meow Mori!” he groaned.

Riku, to absolutely no one’s surprise, did not listen to him. Because why would he like this, Sora was the only one who he’d listen to and Sora was still no where to be seen! A chuff of air further mussed his hair and he rolled his eyes, twisting his body to say something else when a tongue dragged across his forehead up to his hair. Wha… oh hell no, don’t tell him…!

“Riku! I don’t need a bath!” his petulant protests went unnoticed as Riku continued grooming his future child.

The only saving grace was that Aegis and Magia weren’t present because they’d never hear the end of it and then he’d be minus two friends. He continued trying to get out of Riku’s grip, only freezing when he heard muffled giggles from behind him. He craned his head backwards and was greeted with the sight of the older Sora, pa, trying and failing to contain the snickers escaping from his mouth.

“Not… a word.”

“But Zozo!”

“But nothing pa!”

Pa covered his mouth, more muffled giggles coming out at the sight of the predicament Yozora was in as Riku’s tongue made his hair, arguably worse honestly, “Riku! You’re messing up my hair!” he groaned. Pa’s laughs were finally too much and he doubled over, holding his stomach. His dad laughing was fine, this was still better than-

“Aww baby dream eater’s bath time by daddy dream eater~!”

Two sets of laughter joined pa’s and Magia’s voice rang out clear, Yozora briefly wondering if he could suffocate himself in Riku’s mane. Finally he got one arm free and he frantically pat at Riku’s arm, “Okay, okay I’m clean! I’m clean!” he wriggled the rest of his body free and made to smooth his hair out. Once that was done he took a quick calming breath, spun on his heels and materialized his sword and crossbow, aiming them at his two, soon to be, ex-friends. Aegis and Magia both froze, wide grins still on their faces.

“Run.” all three said simultaneously, Aegis and Magia to each other and Yozora’s only warning before he ran after them. Pa could handle Riku’s spirit form for the time being, he had two friends to kill.

#kingdom hearts #uhhh #stork baby au?#sure #stork baby au #king writes #i wrote this in like less than an hour #riku at a later point #“i did WHAT”

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